#So I had to get a Blue Whale when I saw one but here's the thing - super super recently there was /another/ Blue Whale Webkinz!

[deonsx]

Hi!!<3 i really love your writing!! Im kinda new to tumblr but i was wondering if u could do like blue lock boys w a gf whos obsessed w jellycats?? That'd be really cute! Ty in advance!! ♡♡

Lesgoo with jellycats!!! Hiii i hope you will love this (≡^∇^≡)sae,nagi,kaiser

Sae Itoshi

Sae wasn’t one to get easily surprised or caught off guard but when he first walked into your room and saw the mountain of Jellycats he had to pause. There were bunnies cats whales and even an avocado plushie staring back at him with those signature beady eyes

He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms his usual deadpan tone slipping out “Do you… collect these or do they just multiply when I’m not looking?” You shot him an offended look clutching a bunny plush close to your chest.

“Sae collecting is an understatement. Jellycats are a lifestyle. Look at this face. Doesn’t it make you feel anything?” He tilted his head staring at the plushie like it might reveal some profound truth about life “It’s… fine I guess. It’s soft. But I don’t get why you need twenty of them”

Despite his stoic demeanor Sae slowly started to indulge your obsession in his own quiet way

♡ On one of his overseas trips he sent you a picture of a rare Jellycat he spotted in a boutique. Along with it was a message: “Do you want it Don’t make me regret asking"

♡ He once walked into your room to find you cuddling a Jellycat sloth while watching TV. He sighed but sat beside you subtly shifting the sloth onto his lap while pretending not to notice how soft it was.

♡ Occasionally he’d randomly toss a plushie at you muttering “Here you forgot your emotional support avocado”(づ ◕‿◕ )づ)

Nagi Seishiro

When Nagi first stepped into your room he froze. His usual sleepy expression shifted into mild confusion as he scanned the shelves bed and even the floor all covered in Jellycat plushies. There were so many that for a second he thought he might’ve walked into the wrong place

“Uh… what’s all this” he asked lazily scratching the back of his head. You looked up from where you were arranging your newest addition a chubby Jellycat turtle and grinned “They’re my Jellycats Aren’t they adorable”

Nagi squinted at the nearest one a large bashful bunny sitting on the edge of your desk. He picked it up and gave it a half-hearted squeeze “Kinda squishy… but why do you need so many They’re just plushies right”

You gasped dramatically snatching the bunny from his hands “Nagi take that back They’re not just plushies they’re family” Nagi blinked at you his usual blank look making it hard to tell what he was thinking “That’s a lot of family” he mumbled looking around again

Nagi wasn’t one to judge. If anything he thought it was a bit of a hassle but he quickly got used to the Jellycat invasion in your room

♡ One time during a gaming marathon at your place he fell asleep on your bed surrounded by plushies. When you came back you found him hugging a Jellycat shrimp to his chest completely knocked out. You couldn’t resist snapping a picture

♡ He once pointed at your new Jellycat sheep and said “This one looks weird… but I guess it’s okay.” That sheep became his favorite though he’d never admit it

♡ Occasionally when you weren’t paying attention he’d stack a few Jellycats on top of each other to see how tall he could make the pile before they toppled

Kaiser Michael

Kaiser prided himself on being a man of taste and sophistication. So when he first stepped into your room and saw an entire army of Jellycats staring back at him with their beady eyes, he was… speechless “Schatz, what… is this?” he asked, gesturing dramatically to the plushies scattered across your bed, shelves, and even the floor. You beamed, holding up a Jellycat penguin.

“These are my Jellycats. Aren’t they cute” He stared at the penguin, unimpressed “Cute? Sure. But why do you have so many of them? This looks like a toy store exploded in here” You frowned, clutching the penguin closer

“Kaiser, they’re not just toys. They’re art. Look at their craftsmanship. Their charm. Their squishiness”He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose “Of course. How could I possibly understand the ‘art’ of a stuffed avocado” he muttered under his breath

As much as Kaiser teased you about your Jellycat obsession, he couldn’t deny how happy they made you and begrudgingly, he started to indulge your quirky hobby

♡ On one of his trips to Europe, he sent you a picture of a Jellycat lion he saw in a boutique, along with the message: “Would this make your little collection complete or is it still missing a giraffe”

♡ He occasionally picked up a random plushie while lounging in your room, twirling it in his hands as he scrolled through his phone. Once, you caught him absentmindedly squeezing a Jellycat otter while pretending to ignore you

♡ He loved teasing you by calling your Jellycats “my competition” and dramatically acting jealous whenever you cuddled one more than him

Enjoy!

[treason-and-plot]

“I saw you from my roof, when I was scanning the sea for cetaceans with my telescope,” says Warren.

“What?” says Cookie.   

“Cetaceans. Whales and dolphins,” says Warren.

“Obviously I know what cetaceans are, Warren,” says Cookie. “I just don't understand what you mean when you say you saw me. Saw what, exactly?"

“I saw you sitting on the sand, crying,” says Warren. His kind, pale green-blue eyes are fixed on her face, and for one terrifying and thrilling moment she thinks he is going to reach out and touch her, caress her cheek, or maybe even take one of her hands in his. But the moment passes, leaving her skin tingling with a dizzying combination of relief and regret. “The sight of such a beautiful woman alone and crying tore at my heartstrings. I knew I had to jump in my speedboat and come down here straight away to try and help you. "

His chivalrous words make Cookie feel like bursting into tears again, but she manages to get a grip on her composure. She gives him a sweet and demure smile and shrugs dismissively.

“I’m touched by your concern, Warren, but I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” she says. “I wasn’t crying. I was just sitting on the sand enjoying the view. I often come down to this little beach when I’m in the mood for some solitude. It’s one of my favourite spots.”

Several creases appear on Warren’s bronzed forehead.

“I know when someone is distressed, Cookie,” he says. “I don’t even have to see their tears. I can sense it. I can sense it in animals too. That’s why they call me the whale whisperer. I have a gift, an intuition. I can tune in to human and animal needs and feelings. And right now I can sense that you’re in pain. Deep, deep pain. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“No,” says Cookie quickly, stepping backwards. “You are one hundred percent not right, Warren. I’m perfectly fine. And I don’t believe in any of that new age nonsense, so you’re wasting your breath. Anyway, I have to get home now. Raj will be wondering where I am."

"Cookie," he says gently. "Please let me help you."

"For the last time, I don't need help!" she says, panicked and furious, and turns and walks away from him up the sand as fast as her heels will allow her to.

[jojojoy1]

Are you doing Lando Norris story requests. If so can you do one where he is a dad and his child and girlfriend/wife come to watch him race for the first time and he wins with 01 💙😊

Daddy, you won! - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x reader

You and Lando have been dating since you were fifteen years old. You two have been together through thick and thin. So when you found out you were pregnant at only twenty you both knew you could handle it together.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy in the November of 2020. Your pride and joy, you and Lando could not be happier.

You didn't want to have your son exposed to the race track too soon. Babies are delicate and as his mother, you are over protective. Lando always said, every weekend since Rowan had been born, that he should be at the races. And you always said no.

One week before the Australian Grand Prix and you were having the same conversation you and Lando have before every race.

"I think you and Rowan should come to Australia." Lando said as you both got into bed.

"I don't know, Lando." You sigh, "He's still so young."

"But it'd be nice. And it's not like he's ever gonna be alone. You can be protective mama bear."

"It's loud, we don't want to deafen him-"

Lando cut you off with a solution, "He can wear ear defenders."

"And fans. I don't want him to be scared or overwhelmed by the amount of people."

"You can take him straight to hospitality. Please y/n. You haven't been to a race in two years. It would mean so much to me." Lando interlocked your fingers as he spoke. You stared into his pleading eyes. Those eyes you always struggled to say no to.

"Fine," Lando smiled more then you knew possible, "We'll come to Australia." Lando cheered, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

...

"Where's the sunscreen?" You panicked as you frantically emptied one of your suitcases.

"It's right here, babe." Lando said as he pulled a bottle out of the baby bag you had packed for the day. "Are you okay?" He asked, applying the sunscreen to Rowan's skin.

"I'm just nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

"What does nervous mean?" Rowan said.

"It means worried, baby." You answered.

"Why are you worried?"

"Because there's going to be lots of people today."

"Bluey will make you not worried." Rowan handed you his blue whale teddy, causing you and Lando to chuckle at the cuteness.

"You hold on to bluey, lovie." You handed Rowan back his whale.

...

The shock on everyone's faces when you walked into the paddock was priceless. You had told noone about you and Rowan attending the Grand Prix.

Even though Rowan could walk, you decided to carry him to ensure you didn't lose him.

"Y/n! Rowan!" A familiar Spanish accent yelled as the three of you walked to hospitality.

"Uncle Carlos!" Rowan screamed as Carlos approached.

"Hey buddy." Carlos put his hand out to fistbump the toddler. "What are you doing here?" He turned to you.

"Lando finally convinced me that it'd be safe." You smiled.

"Will we see you in the paddock more often, then?"

"If today goes okay. Maybe."

"Well, I'll see you all later." Carlos said as he patted Lando's shoulder.

"Yeah, bye mate." Lando said as Carlos walked away and you continued to McLaren.

...

You were sat in Lando's drivers room before the race.

"You should watch in the garage with everyone else. Then you can be the first ones I see when I get out the car."

"I don-" Before you could protest Lando interrupted, already knowing what you were gonna say.

"He's got ear defenders."

"Okay, we'll sit in the garage."

...

Rowan was so excited watching the race. Squealing anytime he saw an orange car on the screen.

You'd never seen Lando drive so well. He started the race in P13 and had managed to work his way up to P2.

Lando was right on Max's tail. A close fight for the win. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage was incredible. Noone expected the car to be capable of this. And with a possible win on the table? Everyone was so nervous.

For the last few laps, Lando had been making so many moves to overtake Max. Getting so close, but not close enough.

They were fighting right to the chequered flag. Just as Max was about to cross the line with another win under his belt, Lando came storming past. By mere inches Lando took home his first ever win.

The garage erupted into cheers. Everyone ran out to meet Lando at the podium. Holding on to Rowan, you made your way to the front of the barriers.

Lando parked his car in the first place spot, removed his helmet and immediately ran over to you and Rowan. Embracing you both. Kissing you on the lips.

"You did it." You said through the tears of joy, "You're a Grand Prix winner."

"Daddy, you won!" Rowan screamed over the cheers.

"Yeah, I did, baby." Lando said as he took Rowan from your arms for a hug.

...

You'd never felt so proud, seeing Lando on the highest step of the podium.

This win was something Lando has been working for his whole life and being able to celebrate it with the two most important people in his life made it even more special.

[fictitiousmagines]

You've Already Got Me Wrapped Around Your Finger Part 4

You couldn't imagine my delight, when you invited me to a mid-day picnic after you poured your heart out to me in the stacks at Mooney's. I'd wanted to kiss you, so desperately, but heroes wait for their moment.

And you are a vision here in this bustling park, the pale blue sun dress and the same ole tote that you sling over your shoulder. You are a vision. You're effortless, in a way that people try to emulate but never quite measure up to.

You blush and babble as you unpack a spread of cheese, crackers and fruit. As you unpack, your most prized possession tumbles from the depths of your tote: your journal. You've mentioned in passing, that you draw and write in there and its the only time you feel like you can be yourself. I am Captain Ahab and your journal is my white whale.

"Oops," Y/N says while quickly stuffing it back in. Its a deep green with tattered corners but she touches it with such tenderness.

I hope you can be yourself with me, Y/N. I hope you can tell that I'm here to save you. I'm here to take care of you.

It was an absolutely perfect day: the picnic, the train back to our little part of New York City, the leisurely ride home, kissing you on your porch.

Your lips were so soft, Y/N. They're almost a drug. The way I got lost in the moment and buried my hands into your soft hair. Pulling away, you looked up at me with a look that only can be described as vulnerable. Beautiful. I wanted to take you right there. But instead I stroked your cheek with my thumb and reassured you that I had a wonderful time. That I couldn't wait to see you again.

When you texted me later that night, you pulled me out of my reading. But you are always a welcome distraction.

"Thanks again for the beautiful day together. Wanna grab a drink later this week? PS. I lost my journal, maybe on the train? I'm bummed! Does Mooney's sell blank journals?"

I don't answer because I immediately plan on buying you one and bringing it to you in the morning. A nice one. And each time you pour your soul into its pages, you'll think of me.

It was irresistible grabbing it out of your bag on the train. Your attention was on the loud commotion to your right. In an instant, it went from your bag, to my backpack. Hidden under the picnic blanket.

Maybe I'll buy you a new bag, one with a zipper. I don't want anyone pickpocketing you. Anyone could grab your wallet and get your personal information. I just wanna keep you safe. Not everyone is going to have your best intentions at heart. But I do.

I've been worried about you, Y/N. This is just my way of checking on you. I'm sure you're worried about overloading me. About having too much baggage, but you could never be too much for me. The more I read, the more fascinated I became.

I learned from your journal, new things but also things I only suspected. Like, that your dads care overwhelms you sometimes. Even though you love your dad dearly. That you worry that it might be time to put him in a home, even though your heart couldn't bear it. That your brother resists helping you, even though you work round the clock. That you miss your mother. And rereading The Outsiders makes you feel more connected to her.

Your art is always so gestural. So much feeling.

My heart stopped when I saw that you even wrote about me.

You wrote about meeting me at the shop. Our coffee together. And even about eating bodega sandwiches in the stacks of Mooney's. How I made you feel safe at that moment.

"I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I think I like this guy Joe."

[weirdsht]

Lost - lotcf & reader

notes: hi ahahahaha I've been gone for what? 1 or 2 years? So many things happened lol. I'm gonna do my thesis next year, I think I'm about to become an orphan? My extended family is out to get my life, I think it's the same for my bio dad, overall life has been a rollercoaster. Like every time I try to get back to my hobbies something happens, but I won't let that stop me from fangirling lol

Anyways! that's not what y'all are here for, you're here for the fic!

tags: novel spoilers (late part of book 1), set in endable, transmigrator!reader, naru calls ws "eldest uncle" because that's what the wiki says (but i'm not sure because i forgot huhu), reader is a shrimp stuck between two whales

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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@eggb67 said: So imagine this, reader is from a complete waste land of a dimension and she crash lands into TOCF with no clue of where she is. She runs into WS and the first thing she does is attack him because he looks similar to the person who had been really close when it came to killing her.

The world you came from was one in chaos. Everyone has to fight to survive as if only barbarians lived there. It hadn’t always been like that. One thing leads to another; before you know it, the world is deserted, and only the strongest or the wittiest survive.

Survive, that was exactly what you were trying to do before you lost. Of course, the day you try to get food you encounter some bloodthirsty madman and die…

Well, at least you thought you did. 

You were sure the knife was going to stab your heart. To be honest, you accepted it, living in that world was tiring. You figured that since you have nothing left, no family, friends, or material things, then it should be fine if you disappear.

That’s why you were shocked when you opened your eyes and saw that you were in a different place. The place may be different but you can see the same madman that tried to kill you. 

And it would only be just to try and strike back right?

However, as you were about to swing your arms, that’s still injured, two men who look like knights blocked your movements. This made you fall over and sit on the ground.

“Explain yourself! Who are you and how did you appear here out of the blue?”

Now just what kind of roleplay is this? You were certain that you were in some dingy alley before. But now you look like you’re in a castle, or at least some luxurious lodging.

“Explain myself? I’m the most confused here. Who the hell are you people and where am I? Also, that bastard over there looks like the dude that killed me earlier.”

Now that you look at it properly the man that supposedly tried to kill you was the same but at the same time different. This man also had red hair and was wearing a white mask, but their clothes looked vastly different. Their aura was also different. This one feels more shrewd and has the vibe of a ruler.

Speaking of the mysterious man, he only looked at you as if he found a new toy to play with. That look only lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by a look of concern.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, but first… Naru are you okay?”

Only then did you notice the white-haired kid near you. He looked shocked but seemed to be fine otherwise. Usually, you were soft when it came to kids.

But your instincts were telling you that this one isn’t a kid.

You have no way of proving it, but years- no decades of trying to survive in your forsaken world has honed your instincts. And your instincts were telling you three things:

The white-haired kid is not a kid

The redhaired man is dangerous

The kid is dangerous too but you’ll have a better chance of survival with him.

“Don’t worry Eldest Uncle no harm was done.”

“That’s good… Well usually we would send attackers like you to prison but as I said there seems to be a misunderstanding. You also don’t seem to be from here and look lost.”

Everyone around you started whispering about how merciful this White Star guy is. From the not-so-hush whispers, you gathered that these two are big shots in this place with the redhead being their ruler. 

That also confirms that you’re now in a world you have no idea of.

Your world doesn’t have a ruler. Well, it had one before but that was decades ago. The sight of people being orderly and following a single person seems so foreign to you now.

“Eldest Uncle if I may, can I take this person with me back home? I wish to treat their injuries and find out how they got here.”

It was only then you remembered that you were injured. Of course, all of them were from the madman from the other world. Just remembering about that encounter made you pissed. 

You kept your emotions in check and listened in on the conversation about you. They were acting as though you didn’t even exist, but it was fine. All you have to do right now is stay quiet and not offend anyone. You have to survive this room first then find out where the hell are you after.

“Are you sure Naru? They may be dangerous and bring you harm…”

“I will be fine uncle. I really want to treat them, seeing someone appear out of nowhere weak and battered reminded me of my own health. Thus why I wish to help them.”

The not-really-brat seemed to be a good actor.

You were far from weak. You may be injured, but not weak. If you want to you can still cause havoc in this place. That Naru guy seemed to know it too. His gaze only landed on you for a second but you can tell he has a good grasp of your strength.

That’s fine as it looks like he's trying to get you away from the more dangerous man so you played along.

As if touched by the kid’s words you tried to get up but only to fall back again. You added in some coughs for a good measure. 

Naru and White Star went back and forth a bit more with White Star saying he was worried and Naru adamantly proclaiming they just wanted to help a weak person like him. Luckily in the end White Star resigned and allowed Naru to do whatever he wanted on the condition that if you did anything rash Naru was to tell him immediately.

Soon enough you were being escorted out of the hall you were in to go to Naru’s residence with the help of some servants. The whole time you could feel White Star’s gaze on you and it felt just like how a mad scientist would look at their new test subject victim.

Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet him anytime soon.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

//scuttles in here

I TRIED MY HAND AT WRITING A FIC FOR TEH ASKS HAHAHAH. i am working on the main fic still, college has been an ass but i wanted to do crossover nonsense.

Warning for extra angst and like, kind of big hint/borderline reveal as to why Radio guard Alastor is pissed at his Vox. Also very long I am sorry ---

Vox didn’t know what he expected from this…other version of himself.

He was head over heels with his counterpart, who he fucking fumbled. This absolute dumbass somehow fumbled the tattooed hottie that was his Alastor.

And sure, he fumbled but like also who cared. (He cared…he cared so much he hated it). The hottie was still an outdated relic stuck in the past. Figuratively and literally. But still, he was hot. His Alastor had a sort of bad boy, protective guard dog vibe going on and he could get behind that.

Of course, he vocalized this. It was an attempt to piss off this weak version of himself. Seriously, the pathetic idiot had to seek advice from the one who was married to his Alastor for decades in secret. (Which Vox wasn’t totally jealous about, no, not at all. And besides why did this weakling need the other them. He had Valentino! Like him! Just asked him for advice!). And you know, maybe he vocalized this. Or something similar.

Maybe he bragged and boasted about how happy he was with Valentino compared to being with Alastor. He must have since the other Voxes made a face. The fallen overlord one audibly gagged. But he saw how the tattooed Alastor’s Vox froze. How he turned his head so slowly with a notable crack in his neck. His eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Yet there was this flicker of something in them. He swore it was rage, but he laughed it off.

But he said something to finally make the other snap. To let the rage out. And at the moment he couldn’t remember what it was.

Kind of hard to when you were on the guard, shielding your face, while deep blue blood dripped from your arms because this other version of yourself has decided death was a better option for you.

He had no time to react, one moment he loaded the verbal gun, the next all he heard was a crashing, gargled, scream of TV static, and the next, he was on the floor, stunned and dazed before snapping to when he swore he felt something crack. Not on him, but from the other Vox.

Tendrils of wires with sparks littered his back as his screen seemed to drip with an ooze (tears. Neon blue, coolant like tears he would remind himself later).

And despite seeing this display, like the ego-driven fool he was. He doubled down. Bringing up Valentino. Bringing up how much of a fool this version of him was to be so lost in the past when he had a hottie next to him.

That only worsened the rage. Which led to this version whaling on him.

“How can you say any of this!” the other cried, blinded by anger Vox can only guess.

And like a dumbass, he responded.

“Uh maybe because Valentino is hot, he’s modern. He’s everything any Alastor won’t be. A fucking relic who deserves to stay-”

CRUNCH

Any words in Vox’s throat died when he heard that sickening sound. He didn’t even realize the wires had tangled around an arm and yanked back, crushing it in a vice grip. He could see his blood seeping out, impling the skin was punctured alongside whatever was broken.

“HOW CAN YOU FUCKING BRAG ABOUT BEING WITH SOMEONE SO FAKE?! VALENTINO LIES AND LIES. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM OOZES NOTHING BUT LIES. FALSES PROMISED AND BROKEN TRUTHS. HOW CAN YOU BEEN SO HAPPY ABOUT TRADING IN YOUR JOY FOR LITERAL NOTHINGNESS?! HOW CAN YOU BE SO HAPPY ABOUT BEING FAKE?!”

With each shout, with each scream of words, the other Vox hit him. It was getting to the point it was threatening to shatter his glass screen.

“HOW CAN YOU SAY SUCH AWFUL THINGS?! ALASTOR GAVE US EVERYTHING! HE TOOK US IN, HE LOVED US. HE GENUINELY LOVED US. ARE YOU SO FUCKING CLOUDED BY YOUR SELF IMPOSED EGO TO BE BLINDED TO THE MEMORIES YOU TWO SHARED?! TO HAVE THE FUCKING GALL TO SUGGEST I…to suggest I..to suggest i do…”

The other Vox had trailed off, and for a moment Vox thought he lost steam until-

It felt like a flash, one moment the other Vox was still, his body shaking with silent sobs, and the next his fist was raised again, anger in his eyes and all Vox could hear was his screen shattering.

He was still functional. He was still there. So he was able to hear everything still. He could hear the other Vox, the one tied to the Princess like a guard dog, run out of the room. Choked digital sobs echoing in his head. He could hear another version of himself run after him, his best guess was the married one. The other two stayed behind, but they dare not go near him.

It was in this moment of silence, it slowly clicked with him.

The Radio Guard’s Vox’s anger wasn’t just anger. It was grief and guilt and regret mixed into one package as the words from before played in his head.

“If your Alastor hates you so much, why not just kill him off, huh? Why not leave him for dead? Just leave him for the angels or what not, let him be crow food. Who cares if a relic like him dies, he deserves to die after all.”

….jesus…when did he start sounding so much like valentino?

-⚔️ anon

This was so intense but never apologize for writing a lot bc I am always happy to share your work and it's so well written as well, I can't wait to see the full fic

[kthecritter]

Heyyy!

I really love sour work and the effort you pit i to it!

Since i requested quite a lot of things i made you something ^^. I draw mask designs (but i don't take the requests here on tumblr though) wich can also be used as pfp if requested privately (i mostly don't do specific requests only for friends or specific people).

I always feel this kind of guilt/ashamed feeling when someone gives/makes something without getting something in return (even if they don't want/need something in return).

I saw your pfp and background and thought I'd draw a cool golden tiger ^^. In the background i put some pink glitter stars since i remember you said in one post that pink is one of your fav colors :)

I had fun doing this even if this wasn't a request from you but i needed to do it since i like giving stuff to people (except people I don't like)

i hope you like it and keep up your good work!

(ps, one of your background collages helped me figure out my humpback whale kintype. I requested a blue whale background collage at the time i was questioning my whale kintype because collages rlly help me out. You actually put humpback whale pictures (except a few blue whales) and then i thought they don't look like blue whales but they look like the whale I'm questioning. Then i did some research and found out that my kintype is a humpback whale and not a blue whale. I found it actually quite funny that the "wrong" pictures were actually the right pictures lol. I ofc still love the background you made also because i got to tell this story of finding out my humpback whale kintype ^^)

OMG THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!! this is absolutely gorgeous, I’m obsessed!!!! there’s no need to worry about giving something in return for a request, I do these out of the love in my heart for this community and the creatures that make it such an amazing place <33 also I’m glad you found who you are, whales are so awesome :]

[tokuvivor]

Duckverse June Week 4: Mystical Creatures

@duckversejune2024

Wow, can’t believe we’re already at the last week. I’d just like to thank my co-hosts, @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield, for being amazing. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.

And now, I give you…

Deep Blue for Two

Fethry had been busy all day in his underwater lab with oceanic research. He had a lot to go over, and nothing could distract him. Except maybe an unexpected guest.

“Uncle Fethry!”

Admittedly, Fethry was still getting used to being called that more often by Donald and Della’s kids. He swiveled around in his chair, and found a little girl wearing overalls staring intently back at him.

“Well, hey there, lil’ Daisy,” Fethry greeted. “Wait. Don’t tell me. June, right?”

“Yep!” June replied.

“Anyway,” quizzed Fethry, “what brings you down here?”

“Huey told me you worked down here, and I wanted to see it for myself,” June explained.

“Really? You do?” Fethry asked.

June nodded. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve done a lot of research.”

“Oh, yeah,” brushed off Fethry. “You know, the usual-whales, octopi, various kinds of fish-“

“-krill?” tested June.

“Oh, definitely!”

“Because I’ve heard that you were able to produce giant krill down here!” June exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Well, that was sort of an accident in its own right,” admitted Fethry. “I did some experimenting on them, and somehow they mutated to colossal size.”

“Do you have any krill down here?” June asked.

“I sure do! Would you like to meet them?”

“Yes!”

Fethry took June over to his tank of krill. June was in amazement over the tiny creatures.

“I can tell each one of them apart,” Fethry explained proudly.

“You can?” June gasped.

“Yep. Point to any one of them, I’ll tell you which one it is.”

June’s finger floated over to a krill near the top of the tank.

“That one’s Fernando.”

“What about this one?” June was now pointing towards the center of the tank.

“Oh, that’s Herb.”

“Impressive!” June marveled. “Besides giant, mutated krill, do you know about any other beyond-normal creatures in the ocean?”

Fethry put a finger to his chin. “Hmmm…let me see. There’s mermaids, for one.”

“Dad told me they visited Mervana last year,” June noted.

“Ah, Don told me about that, too!” exclaimed Fethry. “It would be nice to go for myself. Very chill vibes. A lot of merpeople abound, of course.”

“Too bad it’s so far away,” June added.

Fethry sighed. “You’re right,” he said. There has to be something.”

“Hmmm.” June paced around the tiny metal room, wanting to think of something to help Fethry out. It was when she neared a small bookcase in the corner that something caught her attention.

It looked like some kind of parchment.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Fethry replied. “It just found its way into my journals, I guess. It has some weird text on it, but who knows what it says.”

“…I think I do,” June spoke up.

“What?!” gasped Fethry.

“I recognize this language,” continued the cyan triplet. “It’s Old Norse. I learned it from Webby and Violet a few months ago. I think I can translate this for you, Uncle Fethry.”

“Amazing!” Fethry exclaimed. “Then translate away, lil’ Daisy-I mean, June.”

June smiled determinedly. She then pulled a small notebook out of her front pocket. “I wrote the figures down to memorize them.”

Fethry decided to work a bit longer while June translated for him. Every once in a while, he looked back over at her, her fingers flying, tongue sticking out to the side in determination.

For June, this was super exciting. She and Fethry might not be able to find an actual creature, but maybe they had discovered the clue to one.

Eventually, she called out, “Got it!”

“Great!” Fethry called back, pushing back from his desk. “What’s it say?”

June cleared her throat, and read the translation from her notebook.

To those sailors that are brave enough:

Here in these waters lies the kraken, the most feared of all ocean creatures.

Powerful enough to capsize even the biggest schooner, I once saw it with my own eyes.

I could swear it had two dozen tentacles on its body, with a razor-sharp beak.

Beware! Lest you wish to be a part of these waters forever.

-Rolf Hundstad, Hammerfest, Norway, 1852

“So the ocean in question would be…the Norwegian Sea,” noted Fethry.

“Yep. Sounds about right,” agreed June.

“That was very impressive, though,” Fethry added, holding out his hand tentatively for a high-five, which June reciprocated. “I didn’t know what those characters were supposed to be.”

“I never actually thought learning Old Norse would come in handy,” June admitted. “Guess I was wrong. Even though this parchment is dated 1852, do you suppose there could actually be kraken out there?”

“If I know Duckburg, anything is possible,” Fethry suggested. “And if I know our family, there’s any number of mystical creatures Uncle Scrooge and the others have found. So maybe that could be something for us to discover.”

“Really?” June asked, practically bubbling with excitement.

“Sure. With my knowledge of the ocean and your curiosity, we could figure out if there’s actually kraken out there,” concluded Fethry.

“I’d love that!” June squeaked, hugging Fethry tightly.

“…We’d have to run that by ol’ Don, though.”

“Right. I know that Dad is all adventured out for now, but I’m sure he’d admire that I’m branching out on my own,” June put in, pulling back.

“Of course. I know he wants the best for you and your sister,” Fethry pointed out. “And it’s not like this is going to be really quick to figure out. We can research it for now, and if we have enough to go off of, maybe then we can try to find it.”

“That’s fine,” June replied. “Hey-Team Kraken?” She put her hand out in front of her.

Fethry laid his hand on top of hers. “Team Kraken.”

[genopaint]

The long awaited Week 10 of Daily Dragons! Like the last post, I just didn't really get the chance to post these cause my laptop was packed up and what not. But it's finally here for your viewing pleasure :)

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #63 - Seal Dragon

These large, semi aquatic dragons are often seen basking on rocky shores. When hungry, the largest in a pack will swim into the ocean, hunt large animals like whales, and bring them back to shore for the whole pack to eat

I had a concept for a walrus like dragon but ultimately this isn't exactly what I had in mind. However, I do kinda like it! So you can expect to see at least one more seal-esc dragon in the future i guess lol

Daily Dragon #64 - Flying Dragon

As the name suggests, these dragons are ALWAYS in flight! They only land when they need to sleep, but are actually able to go surprisingly long times without needing any rest at all. Sometimes even multiple days!

Up and early with dragons these last few days aha Another redraw! I keep seeing it while looking at the other dragons for a hot minute so I wanted to tackle it too! I think it's actually from 2011-2012 like the Ghouldrogon because... Well they were on the same sheet of paper!

Daily Dragon #65 - Magon

The first Wario dragon! There's actually quite a few in his series. Lately I've been thinking about Wario Land/World/MoD for a while now. They're some of my favorite games and it might honestly be time for me to replay them

I played all the Wario games back in highschool so it's been a hot hot minute. But I really do like them all. They're all good as hell even (especially) Master of Disguise which is so underappreciated

Daily Dragon #66 - Snoozozaur

This dragon lives and breathes for one thing and one this only: sleeping! Rarely ever waking up, only for occasional food and water, they can actually sleep walk and sleep fight using what scientists believe to be some type of psychic ability. Additionally, they can levitate! Meaning they can comfortably sleep ANYWHERE!

Daily Dragon #67 - Shrine Dragon

This dragon is frequently seen guiding heroes of all kinds to temples and shrines important to their quests. If you're looking for a secret dungeon in a large area and spot one flying in the sky, it's in your best interest to follow it!

Daily Dragon #68 - Green Dragon

Thank you for all your amazing monsters and characters over the years, Mr. Toriyama!!

The more I keep thinking about it the more it's making me sad. Chrono Trigger's character designs were SO influential on me growing up. And the design for Arasu is SO important to RPG protagonists that I had OCs inspired by him before I even saw the character. And yeah, of course, Blue Dragon has always been a very important game to me even when I was a tiny child who couldn't afford an Xbox 360.

Daily Dragon #69 - Cuddlodon

A dragon that just loves being friendly and playful! They have some very basic combat skills like small fire balls and teeth, but why would you ever want to fight one? Come on, don't be mean to them :(

Really really low energy today. I wanted to do a Super Mario RPG celebration dragon, but I have something big in mind for the SMRPG dragon so I want to save it for when I'm less busy. Instead, today I redrew this fella from 2012: The Cuddly Dragon!

And of course, in 2024 (that's 12 years later holy hell!!) they come in multiple colors :)

[oogieswife67]

You are Hunting the Seven Seas...

Oops another drabble that hit me super late into the night involving Fellow Honest again. Yes, I will try to do more God Fellow, but I wanna write this down.

WANTED:

THE DREADFUL FOX WHALE

DEAD OR ALIVE

They were asking for so much money for this catch. The beast was known for taking down ships indiscriminately. No one knew how he was doing it, but he was to be stopped after he was said to take down a cargo ship that held valuable spices and fabrics, and the rich man who owned that ship added money to the bounty, almost triple of what it was asking!

You're not going to pass this up, even as you will have to share with the crew you're a part of.

The seas you were sailing through were calm. Strangely calm. The sky was blue with very little clouds. It was usually never a good sign. A storm may have been coming soon, so you and your ship mates were getting the boat and your supplies (and haul) ready for the worst.

The captain was keeping an eye out, keeping his monocular on one eye while his second in command switched between keeping an eye out as well and how you and the crew were doing your jobs.

One of your crewmates was in the crow's nest, also keeping an eye out, especially when there was some rocks sticking out of the seas. He was about to dismiss it, as the sailing master also saw the rocks and was going to turn away, but then heard the crewmate shouting "There's someone there! On the rocks!" they said.

The captain aimed his monocular at the rocks, and sure enough- there seemed to be a young lad! It was hard to see all the details, but it didn't matter. "Go for the rocks!" the captain called out.

The sailing master agreed and headed for the rocks. Once close enough, you take the emergency boat and go right to the rocks. You finally get to see the lad in question- And realize he has cat ears and tail! You've seen beastmen like him before, and most usually don't go out to these waters. You would have to wonder what he was doing out here later, as he was soaking wet and looked like he had been stranded for some time.

You bring the cat beastman back to the ship. The crew wrap him up in a blanket as he was shivering quite a bit, as well as slowly gaining his senses back. His clothes were torn and old. You learn quickly he's unable to talk, so you stick to simple yes and no questions.

"Have you been on those rocks for long?"

Nods

"Are you hungry?"

Vigorous nodding

You go to grab some dried meat that the crew still had plenty of, when the ship suddenly started to shake, as if something hit it! The entire crew panics. You turn to see what was going on-

WHACK!

You get knocked out by the beastman you just saved! The last thing you see is something rising from the seas as the crew screams and grab their weapons...

You'd come back around. Your head hurts. You don't see anyone at first... But you could hear-

GULP!

You get startled and look to where you heard that noise-

There he was...

The fox whale.

The bright over should length orange-haired, fair skinned fox man greeted you with a sly look on his face, staring at you with his bright orange eyes, and his green eyeshadow shining in the sunlight. You found it strange that he was wearing a green vest and long, white sleeves and gloves... Then you realized the "sleeves and gloves" were actually patterns on his skin, then saw a patch of blue on his left shoulder, like he was wearing a cape, while there was a patch of skin that matched his face on his right pinky finger that made the "glove" look torn.

The size of the beast was nothing to joke about. He was much, much bigger than you thought he was. You could swear he ate some whales himself to get to the size he's at. In fact, you realized... The ship wasn't in water.

The ship was balancing on the beast's bloated, fat belly.

You look at the beast in fear for a while, but then change focus when the cat beastman you saved was now on deck, finishing up some dry meat he had in his mouth. The fox whale noticed the beastman, and started to reach for him.

"You get away from him-!" you shouted, but then see that the cat beastman went into the beast's open hand with some dry meat he still had in hand...

And he was transformed into a merman! He still had his top on, but his legs was now a beautiful, shiny purple fish tail with patches of yellow on it. The cat fish gave you a sly smirk as he would be brought to the fox whale's shoulder. "Another excellent catch, Gidel!" Fellow said happily and eats the dried meat Gidel tosses into his mouth.

As the pair seemed distracted, you couldn't help but look over the ship to get a better look at the mass the ship was balancing on-

!!!!!

The green coloring that covered the beast's belly revealed to you what happened to the captain and the rest of the crew, when you could see small divots and movements! You could barely hear them screaming for their lives!

"What? A basic ship?" Fellow asked Gidel, who just nodded. "Just food and weapons, and all the food is gone. Well..."

The pair looked down at you, as you stumbled back in fear. You could see how hungry the fox whale still was... The look reflecting on your eyes... The last thing you'd see...

"Except for this one."

[mywifealhaitham]

greetings! I saw your cafe and couldn't take my eyes of it! May I have a peach pineapple lemonade (where they go to the beach, have a sandcastle building and swimming competitions with Childe's siblings)? Oh, and I'd like my request to be normal and romantic. Thank you!

୨୧ - going to the beach w/ childe and his siblings

⚠: mentions of three of childes siblings, lowercase intended, fluff, use of the pet name angel

a/n: hii im glad you like the cafe event! tysm for requesting this it was so cute !!

୨୧ - link to the cafè event here!

childe was ecstatic about this day. snezhnaya winters were always harsh, snowing covering every square inch of every city. all the citizens were used to the weather by now however they would never pass up a opportunity to bask in the sun's warmth for a day. that type of opportunity finally opened up for childe and his siblings! you lived in a warmer part of teyvat where people often occupied the beaches, basking in the sunlight and soaking up the gentle breeze. you often found yourself on these beautiful beaches, though you were alone with none to hang with. though this all changed once you started dating ajax. he would always tell you stories about his family back in his homeland. one day you had the brilliant idea to invite him and his family to a nice weekend getaway to the beach! just about any snezhnian citizen would never pass up an opportunity like this, and plus childe's siblings finally get to meet the wonderful angel he always talks about so its a win-win! you offered them to stay at your place since it was big and near the beach. when they first arrived, teucer jumped straight in for a excited hug clearly excited to meet his new big sibling. you giggled lightly and gently patted his head then softly grabbing him under his arms and spinning him around a bit. giggles escape you too and you set him down and point towards the vacant room you prepared for the visitors. tonia was next to step in along with anthon following. they both politely shook your hand as they followed the excited teucer to the vacant room. after tonia and anthon entered the next person who stepped in was the one you loved the most, childe. he put down the bags of his siblings things and engulfed you in a tight hug. "I cannot thank you enough for inviting all of us here for a few days. oh? no need to be nervous angel, I'm sure my siblings already love you. you're very charming afterall"  he said gently stroking your hair with an adoring grin on his face. you're face flushed making you look away from his captivating gaze. he let you go and let out a laugh seeing you all embarrassed. although the scene in front of him was amusing there's still a beach to go too afterall. turning his attention to the bags on the floor he swiftly picked them up and walked into the room we're he and his siblings are staying in. since your house was always big the room had enough space for the four or them, even if it's a tight fit childe could always sneak into your room afterall. now that reality sat in for childe he was very excited. giggling like a child he set off back to you a grin on his face. "when can we go to the beach? I'd love to enjoy this weather while I can" he asked walking towards a window near your living room that has a direct view to the busy streets and beach. "it's still early so we probably can go now if your siblings are okay with it. there shouldn't be many people there afterall" you said and immediately you hear some footsteps coming your way. tonia and teucer had overheard the plans about the beach. tonia was dressed in a simple dress, most likely bought by childe because all her clothing was made for winter. teucer however was in swim trucks and a cute blue whale swimshirt, in his hand was a plastic bucket with a matching shovel. shortly following behind them was anthon in his swim trucks accompanied by a blue bag filled with towels, sunscreen and other beach essentials. you were shocked to see them all prepared but smiled nonetheless. not wanting to keep them waiting another moment you ushered childe to change into his swimwear as you rushed off into your room to change into yours. finally after a few minutes you all were ready for a nice relaxing day at the beach.

you quickly grabbed your keys and unlocked the front door, holding it open for everyone to leave. as you locked the door and began towards the beach guiding everyone behind you childe sped up a few steps to reach you and hold your hand, giving you a big grin. you explained to everyone that the beach is only a minute away and about the dangers of the sun. after what felt like eons in childe's eyes you finally arrived at the beach. teucer took childes freehand and dragged him excitedly to a vacant spot near the shore. tonia and anthon followed you three and began setting up some towels and a big beach umbrella you brought. before teucer can jump into the water childe quickly scolded him about sunscreen. you reached into the bag anthon brought and pulled out the sunscreen and poured some into your hands. you then handed it too childe and began applying it to your arms and legs, everyone else following along with their own sunscreen. now finally the fun can begin! since teucer was most excited about this day everyone decided to let him pick out most of the activities and first on the list in his head was a super sandcastle building competition. teucer quickly split up everyone into teams; tonia and anthon and him and childe with you as the judge. you gave them about 30 minutes to complete the castles while you laid down in the sun and read a book you brought with. as you read you snuck glances at the four building. tonia and anthon's sandcastle was... something.... it was a pile of sand with some shells in places. meanwhile childe and teucer's sandcastle looked alot better. it actually looked like a mini castle complete with a royal family which conveniently looked like childes siblings along with you, with teucer as the king, you and childe as the prince and princess holding hands and tonia and anthon as knights at the kings side. after the 30 minutes passed teucer came running up to you and dragged you by the wrist as he showed you the castles. you really didn't want to pick one because you truly thought they both were unique and good even if one was a bit deformed, it's the thought that counts! so you proposed a tiebreaker -- a swimming competition! the rules where simple; one team nominaties a teammate to swim to a marker in the water then swim back the fastest. after some whispering between the two teams the ones who were going to be swimming ended up being tonia and childe. they both stepped in the water and waited for the countdown, a determined look on their faces. teucer starting counting down from three and as they hit one the two in the water began to swim as fast as they could. obviously being more experienced childe was in the lead with tonia close behind surprisingly. after a few more suspenseful seconds childe was the first cross the invisible line much to anthon's disappointment and teucer's excitement. in the heat of the moment childe swiftly got ahold of you and spun you around in his arms, giving you thousands of little pecks all around your face. you felt so happy with everyone here enjoying the beach, it was definitely one of your favorite memories with childe.

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

A new friend? Surfer Dream au: Side Story

HEHE I'm back with surfer Dream au >:]

(btw this happens before the second incident)

This counts as a mermay post so, here you go :D

1081 words :)

TW: Safe/soft vore, death mention, digestion mention and fear of dying (doesn't happen)

The day was clear and there was a bit of a breeze, so after spending a few weeks getting ready, he decided to go out to sea with his small boat. It had been a long time since he hadn't taken a boat ride, so he was really excited.

“Uhh.. Bad, do you really think it's a good idea for you to go alone..? I know you really like the sea and all that, me too, but you could find yourself with a dangerous mer…” Bad turned to look at the young man and gently placed a hand on his shoulder trying to calm him down.

"Nothing will happen to me, Foolish, I promise you." he told him with a warm smile. The teenager just sighed. “Okay… but, really, be careful… you know perfectly well that you are like a father to Dream and me… We would feel horrible if something happened to you…” he replies looking down.

Bad gives him a little hug before pulling away from him and ruffling his hair. "I'll be fine, I'll be back before night falls." Foolish nodded, waving goodbye to him as Bad started to get on the boat.

The walk was quite calm, several dolphins had appeared along the way and later a really big whale. Although soon the sky turned a darker color when some storm clouds began to appear.

"Oh muffin... I'm going to have to get back before the storm gets any closer..." Bad went to turn the boat around when something much bigger tore it in half, causing Bad to fall into the water, slowly sinking.

Bad held his breath as best he could and tried to swim to the surface, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it. He was about to try to breathe when suddenly, he was in a warmer space.

He was squished against a wall by something quite soft and in a few seconds the water disappeared after a loud sound that came from behind him.

Bad took another breath and tried to orient himself to where he was, when the soft ground beneath him shifted slightly. 'Oh no… This is not the floor…'

He looked around the warm space, seeing a pair of rows of sharp teeth and behind it, a huge uvula, followed by a deep throat. 'Oh god… He was in a mouth… and most likely a mer’s mouth'

The pale turquoise blue tongue beneath him moved again, pushing him into the back of his mouth. 'Oh no… the mer is going to eat me…' Bad tried to crawl forward, but the tongue pushed him all the way back.

He frantically thought of something not to be swallowed, when he looked up and saw the uvula, clinging to it as his life depended on it. The mer swallowed once and Bad felt himself slipping down a bit. The mer swallowed a second time,sending him down into his throat.

Bad slid for a moment until he pressed his back against one of the walls of the throat and stretched out his legs, stopping his descent completely. The mer choked for a moment, swallowing to try to make Bad slide down, but he didn't.

He swallowed a second time, getting the same result. At that rate the mer would end up choking. A few seconds passed when suddenly a lot of water entered the throat, pushing Bad and forcing him down.

Before long he slipped into a more open space. The stomach of the mer. Bad kicked and pushed the walls of the stomach, he didn't want to die like that. 'He couldn't die! He Promised Foolish!' The walls around him closed in, pinning him in place. “Can you stop? You won't get anything by doing that." "Let me out!"

The mer seemed to consider this before answering. "I can't do that-" "Why not-?!" "Unless you want to drown, you should stay inside." Bad hugged his legs, placing his head on them. "Dying by drowning is better than dying digested..." That made mer stop.

"Die? You are not going to die, rather I have saved you from dying.” Bad raised his head. "What are you talking about? I'm in your stomach..” “Storage stomach, basically a second stomach but without digestive fluids. All mers have one.” Bad sighed, relaxing a little at his words.

For some reason he felt that he could trust him. “I was calmly swimming when I saw another mer tear your boat in half and well, I decided to save you. And although it seems a little strange, I had never seen a human. I had been told that you were small, but I did not imagine that you were that small.” The mer commented, trying to establish a conversation.

“Oh… Thanks for saving me then… My name is Badboyhalo, but you can call me Bad to keep it short.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Skeppy and I am a turquoise blue betta mer.” responded the mer to Bad’s presentation.

"I guess that explains why your storage and mouth are turquoise..." Skeppy chuckled, patting his storage a little. "I guess so, haha.. Now relax, it will take a couple of hours to get to the coast." “Okay, ‘geppy...” Skeppy laughed a little more at the nickname the human gave him, continuing on his way towards the coast.

It took a couple of hours until they reached the coast where Bad had left many hours ago. A human was there waiting quite worried and nervous when he saw the mer. Skeppy pushed Bad back into his mouth, opening his mouth to let him out.

Bad got out very carefully, not wanting to cut himself on his Skeppy's sharp teeth. In a few seconds he felt that he was hugged tightly by someone. “Bad, you said you'd be back before dark! I was really worried that something had happened to you!” "I'm so sorry Foolish" He said, ruffling the young man's hair.

"I had a little problem but Skeppy, the mer who brought me back, helped me" He added when Foolish's gaze fell on the giant mer. "So, he's friendly?" Bad nodded.

"Now let's go home, I'm a little tired after everything that's happened…" He turned for a moment to look at the mer. "I hope to see you again soon, I really liked you, bye!" he said with a smile before walking away with Foolish.

Skeppy felt that his face was burning. Was he falling in love with the human…?

[galaxythreads]

Hello! I’ve liked your fics for a long time, and was wondering if you would write something with fem- presenting Loki? There are some gender-fluid Loki fics on ao3, but I Need More To Live. I would write one, but I wouldn’t ever finish it.

I really want Loki to join the avengers in 2012 so that the other stuff doesn’t happen. sometimes I want Loki and Natasha to make fun of the rest of the avengers.

Idk I just really like the idea that Loki and Natasha would be friends. Or Loki and Wanda. (Except for all of the aforementioned characters got done so dirty by MCU. Isn’t that like a trope? Kill off the girl so the guy has a motivation to defeat the bad guy? Like from Green Lantern or something?

And Loki and Wanda got rewritten.). Whatever. I’m PERFECTLY OKAY! *eye twitches*

That kind of turned into a rant. Sorry.

Here are more of my headcanons, because I’d rather dm someone on tumblr instead of actually making a post on my blog. I’m weird.

-Loki was friends with Tchaikovsky and Mozart and Shakespeare. Maybe even Paganini, or like Ada Lovelace. Or Albert Einstein. Basically a lot of historical figures and also musicians from the 1980s.

-Loki is an honorary gay, because he’s an alien and aliens don’t have human concepts of gender and sexuality. But also you saw that 🏳️‍🌈hand flip🏳️‍🌈 he did in the 1602 episode. I mean, he was just being so gay in that 1602 episode. It was beautiful.

-Loki is a sad little boi. 🥺🥺

-Loki is a good little boi who got did dirty by MCU and Odin. (🥺🥺)

-Loki isn’t always a boy.🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️(unfortunately no gender-fluid flag emojis so 💕🤍💜🖤💙)

-Loki knows all the languages.

-Loki would watch anime and Kdramas if HE WASN’T DEAD.

-Loki is a theater kid.

-Loki is cat

-Loki knows how to play ALL the instruments. He likes cello the best though. Also he has perfect pitch.

-Loki needs therapy. Like two blue whales worth of therapy.

-If Tony and Loki ever had a long conversation, they would figure out how to solve world hunger and climate change and overpopulation AND THEIR MOTHERS. (It doesn’t make sense but just roll with it)

-Loki is a Major Fucking Nerd About Everything.

-Loki likes calculus as a hobby.

-Loki is, (un?)fortunately, a British stereotype.

-Loki ships appledash and narusasu.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Bye, and thanks for letting me dump headcanons on you.

Hi! Thank you so much for sharing all of these with me, it's so fun to see other people's headcanons about Loki and their excitement about his character. I love discussing this blorbo and cracking him open like an onion to peal away layers of trauma and reveal the nerd beneath.

Lol, the amount of times I've thought about doing an MCU rewrite post a1 to fix everything is insane. If I did do this, I'd actually probably start at civil war, because personally, I feel like everything was (generally) actually okay and enjoyable until infinity war. Civil war is just a good place to kick around the fix-its because everything is such a mess.

As far as your request goes, it might surprise you, but you're actually NOT the first person to approach me about a genderfluid, fem-presenting Loki. More like the....4th? or maybe 5th? Idk. I've definitely been approached by multiple people over the years about this. Firstly, thank you for trusting me with your idea and your headcanons, I'm humbled and honored that you would approach me about this because you believed I would be able to write the story in a way that you would find meaningful and enjoyable <3

Second - I really just don't know. My first inclination is to say no, not because I'm not interested or don't care, but mostly because I'm so busy right now I really don't know when I'll be able to get to the story. Plus, I'm really not sure how to go about this. I'd need to figure out what direction I wanted to take the story, because Loki being genderfluid wouldn't change that much except their outward appearance. Loki + genderfluid + Natasha friendship is an amazing concept, but it's not a...plot, if that makes sense? "Fixing" a1 could be 50,000,000 separate things, and if it goes out as a fix-it for mcu, that would be an enormous project. Easily 200k-400k+, which would take me like...uh 1-3 years to write.

Loki being genderfluid IS something I've thought about just adding to my fics in general now (i'm really not sure, because I love cis male Loki, and I know it's canon that he's genderfluid, but I kind of disregard most things from the series anyway?) but Idk?

+ and this is just a personal one for me, but I don't know how to include Loki being genderfluid as a major part of the plot/story right now. Like, for example, I've been in the process of dumping all of my religious lgbtq+ trauma on peter parker in a (massive) one-shot that revolves around Peter learning to accept himself as being gay, but the point of the story is that Peter doesn't accept himself at first and the conclusion is when he does. (I don't know if I'm ever going to share or finish that fic by the way, so don't look for it) I don't know how to take the concept of this story, turn it into a fix-it for Avengers 1 with Natasha, and have a meaningful story about being genderfluid at the same time?

Like to me there's two different ways to go about lgbtq+ stories: a story about being gay that is intended to talk about lgbtq+ experiences and focus heavily on that, vs a story where the character is lgbtq+ and it's just part of their character and not something we spend a lot of time talking about because we don't need to. The story isn't about them being lgbtq+ specifically, it's about the character. Recently, a lot more media has started doing the latter, which is really, really nice because I don't feel like being lgbtq+ has to be justified every 20 lines.

The story I'm writing about Peter Parker is the former. It's about being gay. The entire story revolves around it. What I can tell from what you're saying is that you want something where Loki just IS genderfluid, but it's not something we spend a whole lot of time discussing because the story isn't ABOUT being genderfluid, it's about fixing mcu with genderfluid Loki as the main character, if I'm understanding this correctly? Which is fine and I absolutely support it because there is nothing wrong with writing genderfluid Loki and I wholeheartedly support those authors.

So i guess to shorten this - because this isn't just like a ~5-15k one-shot (which are about the only length of requests I can successfully complete right now), as respectfully as I can, I'm going to have to lovingly turn you down. I'm not saying no, I'll never write about genderfluid Loki, because I'm like 90% sure I will eventually, but I just don't know about a fix-it for MCU from the first Avengers. One suggestion I have is maybe, if you really really need to see this come to fruition, is to just write a bunch of one-shots that are interconnected based on each of your headcanons and then publish it as an interconnected series, not so much a full length novel like I would write. I can easily see this being a really enjoyable series. Best of luck

~galaxy <3

[iwantoseeafrigatebird]

the orkney trip

part 11 redux

tumblr you suck. my internet is good but you have to stuck at 20% upload eh?

day 9 (continued)

So I walked down towards the beach, crossing the burn, just as I was about to descend the rocky slope I saw this:

It's the skeleton of a red throated diver! I narrowed it down to divers, then checked it against the photos i took of the bird skulls displayed in the Gloup visitor centre and the specimens in the stromness museum (they have a room full of birds taxidermy among other things to my absolute delight)

I took the skull but the rest were interred into the bothy window to carry on the tradition. Leave no trace but the bones you found.

the skull and its pretty shadow on the bothy's doorframe in the golden hour.

So I thought, I should boil the eggs I brought all the way from Kirkwall behind the house, shielded from the wind. That's when I met Robbie the Irish guy from Dublin, who was cycling around scotland after getting the idea from seeing peopole cycling south america, just got down from Shetland and was now heading to Ullapool. Although there were two other big groups there (one group of young people and another group in their 50s on motorcycles who just came up from Ullapool), only Robbie and I decided to sleep in the bothy. We got a fire going for a while and had some warmth in the evening, although we couldn't find an axe to chop the rest of the firewood (i suspect that the warden took it to stop people from turning the chairs and tables into firewood).

That's the big group. One of their stove was so powerful, it resembled a little bonfire and transformed the cottage into a paleonithic cave filled with firelight and shadows of its inhabitans dancing on cold stone walls. The situation had stalker vibes I thought. The roof leaks but thankfully there wasn't any rain that night. Although there was a hole in the wall near my head that was stuffed with paper and I slept in my boots, it was comfortable enough. Nice to have a roof over my head.

-

day 10

Robbie got up early to run to see the Old Man, and we got on the morning ferry. On that ferry were Robbie, me, the american couple, two tourists who kept to themselves, Tom Attah a blues musician and professor at Leeds Arts uni who is here to perform at the Orkney Blues Festival, and Malcolm from Hoy, clawhammer banjo player who shares my love of american old time music.

The american man got to talking with them (he was affable and friendly, talking to everyone he met as if we were sandbox npcs *affectionate"). I don't talk unless no one does (one of the reason I like traveling alone, because if I'm with someone else I will let them do all the talking unless they are keeping silent as well, which annoyed the hell out of a past friend), so I just listened in. That Sunday was the last day of the Orkney Blues festival, and there were going to be free music events all afternoon and in the evening there would be a finale concert. Of course I simply had to go. I only had the museum on my list that day anyhow.

Stromness museum features whaling, seafaring, exploratiom (supposedly the first european to be buried in Australia was an Orcadian), the hudson bay company, the franklin expedition (the last british soil they set foot on was here, Franklin was entertained ashore, they got their water from the Login's well), and of course, John Rae. His fiddle was here, all restored, somewhere in the museum was another fiddle made of tin by a herring trawler blacksmith after losing his fiddle at sea. The two were played together at one time.

A game we should play.

Hudson bay company recruitment poster.

James Fitzjames' name made a surprise appearance written on the stern of this Cloth Boat here that should've accompanied John Rae on his expedition but never made it.

Login's well. This is why Stromness is the final stop, it is pilgrimage to me.

And yes I did talked to the poor Irish guy about John Rae, the Franklin expedition and the Terror. It simply had to be done and we were standing right under the statue of John Rae near the piers, if not then, when?

(tbc)

[femmmie]

THE ISLAND

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Chapter 10: Encounters at sea

Summary:

Anthony is finally releasing his genetically enhanced cyanobacteria into the ocean... but then, something crazy happens, and he sees a familiar face from long ago...

Chapter word count: 1.848

Rating: teen

“It’s too late to turn back now.”

Anthony crossed the sandy old railroad track. It was an ‘alea iacta est’ kind of moment. He knew he would have to pay the price eventually.

He descended into the picturesque lagoon. The coast always had its own particular climate. Things somehow seemed less desperate here.

He waded into the strangely cool water and turned to look back up the cliff one more time. His old, secure life lay there, behind him. That was in the past now.

“I could just do it here…” He thought. But no, a little further out at sea would be ideal.

Behind the large cliff lay a speedboat. He climbed onto it and started the engine. It worked. Thank God. He sailed along, on and on.

He had brought a couple of blunts from Brandon’s house. As the salty water gently rocked his boat, he lit one and smoked. It was the only way to calm himself down. God, he was tired. He passed out.

When he woke up, he could no longer see the shore. Shivers of anticipation ran down his spine.

“Just a little further…”

The sea seemed an endless blue. But then he encountered a slight fog.

“This should be excellent…”

He took several vials out of his pockets and looked at them gratefully. He had saved some of the cyanobacteria after the fight while the agent was talking to Tommy, and then he had kindly fucked the frick off.

“So, this is it…”

But then Anthony heard a loud, erratic sputter overhead.

“What the-”

A loud splash and then lots of waves. People screaming. Gunshots. His boat nearly capsized from the crashing waves and he fell backwards. Then it was quiet. As he crawled back op, the fog started to dissipate. In the distance, he saw a lifeboat with two figures on it. They were both soaking wet.

~

“So, this is it!”

Dave Dilford was panting. He still wore that infuriating vest with his douchily rolled-up sleeves. But his glasses were cracked, and he now had a Walther PPK in his hand.

“Finally, it’s you and me! None of your little friends are around to save you now!”

“What are you going to gain from this, Dave? Why kill me?”

Dave spat his words out. “Don’t you get it, Eeny? All my work at Defy, all the excellent and FUNNY content strategies, which I deployed for YOUR SAKE, you absolute douchebag… it’s all over. Because you had to go and play the hero.”

“This is about work?! You kill for work grievances? I thought it would at least be ideological or something. This is just sad, man.”

“FUCK YOU, HECOX! We were a great comedy team, a duo.”

Ian shook his head. “We were never a duo, Dave.”

“Together we conquered America! How dare you jeopardize that?! How am I getting a job after your presidency? No, I deserve more! I am the hero! I save you from your rogue secret service,” Dave grinned, “which I bribed. But alas, it’s too late. They got you!”

Dave aimed at Ian’s chest.

“Right in the-”

But then, *it* happened.

Something stirred under the water, right under the lifeboat. Submerging from the depths of the ocean came the jaw of a monster. A black and white monster.

Anthony had sat there frozen all this time, but now he let out a gasp.

A killer whale bit the boat in half. Specifically, the half where Dave stood just a moment ago. He was gone.

Ian fell into the ocean.

“Oh, fuck me.” Ian swam for his life, but he also just accepted that he was about to be devoured by a group of hungry orcas. His suit was weighing him down. He wrestled out of his jacket. But he could already see the black fins circling him, getting closer…

Seemingly out of nowhere, a speedboat approached. He was hoisted on board, nearly missing the orca’s second bite.

~

“Ugh, wet wet wet…” Ian panted as he tried to squeeze the sea water out of his tie.

“Whew, that sure was a Free Willy moment…”

Ian snorted. A bit of dark humor was just what he needed. Looking up, he saw who had just saved him. His eyes widened.

“Huh… Are you… No frickin’ way, are you from Sac’?

“Yes sir, born and raised!” Anthony was freaking out so much he couldn’t even look straight. What had just happened?

All he had seen was a bad guy aiming a gun and then getting absolutely mauled by a killer whale. Oh yeah, the orcas were probably still out here.

“I have to get us out of he- huh?”

Anthony finally looked at Ian.

“Mister president?”

“Ian, please call me Ian.”

“Yes sir! Ian.”

They both leaned forward, still panting. Ian’s eyes searched Anthony’s face like he was looking for some lost childhood memories. And then Anthony remembered as well.

“Oh shit, it’s you! You’re Ian Hecox from school!”

“And you’re Anthony Padilla.” Ian’s whole face lit up.

“Wow, the president knows my name.”

“Hey! Don’t get any illusions. I just remember you because – yeah just like that! – your laugh is mega-annoying!”

Ian was sure he was dreaming. Could it be that he had found that guy, THAT GUY! From high school! Here, at sea?! Of course, his laugh wasn’t annoying. It was the best sound in the world. It was like Ian could finally breathe again.

Anthony and Ian were both giggling like Beavis and Butthead, half from recognizing each other after all these years, and half to alleviate the stress from being nearly shot and then devoured by sea monsters.

“I can’t get over the fact that I’ve seen you plenty on tv and even knew your name, but I never recognized you! I just never put two and two together.”

“Yeah bro, that’s on you.” Ian’s soaked shirt was see-through, and Anthony couldn’t help but look.

“So, Ian, we really should get out of here, huh. But there’s something I need to do first. And it’s kind of perfect that you’re here with me, right now.”

“Okay, okay, I guess we could kiss…” Ian puckered up his lips dramatically.

“Mister president!” Anthony laughed. So this was what he had missed for all those damn years.

“Come on, just a little kissy kissy!”

Anthony scratched his neck. “Would it still be considered an Australian kiss with the US president?”

“Hmm, I don’t know actually…” Ian looked like he was considering the linguistic possibilities. “But wait, what do you need to do in a speedboat in the middle of the ocean?”

“Well… I kind of engineered a species of algae that spreads through the water like a virus but actually does extreme carbon capture. It has a chance to.. to…”

Saying it out loud, finally, made Anthony once again realize the gravity of it all. He had worked on this for so long. Knowing it could very well either save the world, or make everything worse, or both at once. For one person to make such a grave decision was unfair to, well, probably all other life on earth. And the burden of that choice had been heavy.

“So, let me get this straight,” Ian said. He didn’t seem bothered at all by Anthony’s confession. “You’re planning an act of ecoterrorism, and you’re telling your president about it?”

“Okay if you put it that way it sounds bad!”

“It does, doesn’t it? Hehe, nah, you’re fine. Do you really think – Wow, I’m getting so many flashback memories just looking at you – you think this will work?”

“Only one way to find out, sir.”

“Just call me Ian.”

“Okay, Ian.”

“Anthony.”

“…Ian.” Anthony laughed.

“Alright, dickhead. Let’s do this!”

Anthony got one vial from his pocket again.

“Doesn’t look like much, does it?”

“It looks like slime, to be honest.”

“It kinda is slime. But it’s very, very potent.”

“It looks like the Hulk’s jizz or something.”

“It thrives in salt water, and when in contact with CO2, it starts to procreate.”

“Well, there’s lots of carbon out there so I’m sure this goo will love it.”

Anthony took off the lid and poured the vial into the water.

“Do we see any of it?”

“We should, yeah… It’s still too misty, though.”

Anthony poured the rest of his vials into the ocean as well. The adrenaline finally got him though, and he tightly shut his eyes and held his breath.

“Please, please work,” he thought.

“Holy... Anthony?”

“Yeah?”

“Open your eyes?”

As he did, he gasped.

“Oh my god!”

“Oh my frick. I guess you did it.”

Their boat was surrounded by green. Anthony half laughed, half sobbed and launched himself into Ian for a tight hug.

“There, there…” Ian was suddenly up-close with Anthony’s body. It was very intense. The muscles, the tattoos… He patted his old classmate’s shoulder.

“You did good. If I could, I’d give you a medal or some shit.”

“Thank you mist- Ian.”

“So, what do we do now?”

That question startled Anthony. Was the president really looking for guidance from – him? Anthony blurted out: “I guess we can go back to shore? I bet everyone will be searching for you.”

“I somehow doubt it.” Ian sighed. “The things I’ve seen, Anthony, you don’t want to know about it. I took a principled approach to being president, only to wind up in some Game of Thones ass shit. You just saw that guy trying to off me. And there’s plenty more where he came from.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yeah, but you know, it was bound to happen eventually. I rather not go to shore yet, though.”

Anthony started the motor. The fog got thicker again. And that was for the best because they heard several helicopters pass in all directions. But the green sea around them had Anthony in a great mood. The algae had spread so fast, that everywhere they went, the surface of the water had already turned into an aggressive emerald.

“So, won’t it be kind of dark for the fish and stuff?” Ian had put on sunglasses now and Anthony was still marveling at having his president and that really funny guy from school, all in one. “Not that there are much fish left…”

“No, the algae are quite opaque. Also, as soon as they’re full enough with carbon, they sink down, basically a permanent source of fish food! And making room for new growth.

“That’s crazy dude.” Ian leaned back, almost relaxed. “And what will happen to the rest of the planet?”

“If all goes according to plan,” Anthony said while looking into the distance, “Earth’s temperatures are going to go down drastically, fast. Give it a couple of months, say. I know it’s very geo-engineering-y but Ian, we tried everything else.”

“We sure did.”

Another helicopter flew over.

“What do you think they will do once they find us?”

“Let’s not find out just yet, alright?”

“Sure.”

They sailed deeper into the fog. Until they almost crashed into another boat.

[jedimaesteryoda]

"I'm Sam the Scared, not Sam the Slayer." "Scared? Of what? The chidings of old men? Sam, you saw the wights come swarming up the Fist, a tide of living dead men with black hands and bright blue eyes. You slew an Other."

-AFFC, Samwell I

Sam admittedly is not a warrior as he was repeatedly reminded by his abusive father, but we see him kill an Other with a knife, slay a wighted Small Paul who was already big and strong in life and beat up Dareon for abandoning their party and the Night’s Watch. Without realizing it, he actually is brave and tough, especially on behalf of those he cares about. 

"In the Age of Heroes it was supposedly the stronghold of a pirate lord who sat here robbing ships as they came down the river."

. . .

"They will take anything these days. Dusky dogs and Dornishmen, pig boys, cripples, cretins, and now a black-clad whale. And here I thought leviathans were grey."

-AFFC, Samwell V

Behind the dais a kraken and grey leviathan were locked in battle beneath the painted waves.

-ADWD, Davos III

Having fought a brawl, and killed in one-on-one, when Euron inevitably attacks Oldtown, it would be the first battle Sam participates in as a combatant, especially if Euron attacks through the Honeywine that flows through the Citadel after carrying the longships overland to the river like Harwyn Hardhand did. 

Sam, as often befits his story arc, would find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, shoved by fate into a fight he doesn’t want. 

**Slight The Winds of Winter Spoiler**

Euron Crow’s Eye stood upon the deck of Silence, clad in a suit of black scale armor like nothing Aeron had ever seen before. Dark as smoke it was, but Euron wore it as easily as if it was the thinnest silk. The scales were edged in red gold, and gleamed and shimmered when they moved. Patterns could be seen within the metal, whorls and glyphs and arcane symbols folded into the steel.

Valyrian steel, the Damphair knew. His armor is Valyrian steel.

-TWOW, The Forsaken

When Euron attacks Oldtown he will likely be wearing that Valyrian steel scale hauberk that will make him impervious to any weapon directed at his torso, giving him a significant advantage in combat. One could aim for his head, but he would likely be wearing a good helmet. Even Lazy Leo, skilled with a bravo’s blade and dagger, could try to slay him but fail to get past the armor. 

However, there is likely one weak spot that his armor wouldn’t cover: his eyes. The black eye that gave Euron his sobriquet of “Crow’s Eye,” itself evokes the term “bullseye,” the black spot in the middle of the target an archer intends to hit. “Crow” is also a nickname for a member of the Night’s Watch. 

Sam saw the sense in the decree, but he hated longbow practice almost as much as he hated climbing steps. When he wore his gloves he could never hit anything, but when he took them off he got blisters on his fingers. Those bows were dangerous. Satin had torn off half his thumbnail on a bowstring.

-AFFC, Samwell I

She captained the ship's red archers too, and pulled a double-curved goldenheart bow that could send a shaft four hundred yards. When the pirates had attacked them in the Stepstones, Kojja's arrows had slain a dozen of them whilst Sam's own shafts were falling in the water.

-AFFC, Samwell IV

She waited till the longship came within two hundred yards before she gave the command to loose. Sam loosed with them, and this time he thought his arrow reached the ship. One volley was all it took. The longship veered south in search of tamer prey.

-AFFC, Samwell V

Sam showed a steady progression in his skills at archery. When he came to Oldtown, he already made a friend in Alleras, who himself (or perhaps herself) proves to be an expert marksman when first introduced. Alleras will likely help Sam improve further. It’s noted in the last chapter, Sam manages to reach his target, which just so happens to be an Ironborn longship.

Knives and bow and arrows are the tools for a huntsman, the sigil of House Tarly. Sam already killed with a knife with the Other, and killing with a bow and arrow, he would become the striding huntsman of his sigil.

In a dose of irony, Euron is killed not by an axe wielded by some tough, armored warrior or a sword wielded by a gallant knight in shining armor, but by an arrow to his crow’s eye from an overweight scholar. Then again, at Oakenshield, the Reader showed Euron was never good at dealing with those kinds of people. lol. 

Euron’s death will have left the Ironborn at Oldtown leaderless and they will likely be crushed when an aiding army arrives at around the same time. Like Bloodraven, Sam’s deed of slaying the rebel king with his bow may win the battle, but may likely be overlooked by the singers. He would be the unsung hero.

On a side note, Euron’s Valyrian scale armor is too valuable to miss given even Aeron admitted it is the only one that exists in Westeros. I think Sam might keep it, and if it likely doesn’t fit him, he’ll probably give it to Jon, especially after learning about the assassination attempt against him. 

“Here Jon, this will make you less vulnerable to daggers.”

It would fit with the comment Jon mentioned to Sam of wanting to be “Valyrian steel,” and symbolically would serve as a mark of progression for Jon’s character. The red gold and black steel are also Targaryen house colors.